X-Ra(y)ted

***Note all characters are over 18 and this story takes place on a college campus***

Scott sat back in his chair, face aglow from his computer screen in the darkness of his college dorm room. It was done. Or, at least, he hoped it was. He'd been working on this project for the better part of the year, and now he was in the final stages. All that was left was to test it. This really was the crash and burn or fly high moment. Sure, he could always keep trying, but this had drained him and really, he'd tried everything. He just didn't know where else to go or what else to do if this didn't work.

Grabbing his phone, he plugged it into the computer and began to download the new app he'd created. X-Ra(y)ted. It was supposed to tap into the phone's cameras and software as well as some untapped hardware, and if his coding was right... it would allow him to see through people's clothes. The x-rays weren't strong enough to go deeper than that, and truth be told, he thought that if the clothes were thick enough, he probably wouldn't be able to penetrate them completely. But... it should be enough for the regular shirts and pants and even underwear that people wore. At least, that's what it was supposed to do.

He sat watching the screen as it showed him the progress until finally he got the notification that the download was complete.

Scott unplugged the phone and navigated to the app, a small black square with a white ribcage icon. Tapping it, the app opened. The screen went black for a moment and then the icon filled the screen, a red line moving up and down slowly like it was scanning the image. After a few seconds, that screen disappeared and a version of the camera view appeared. Along the bottom was a sliding bar. Moving it left or right would control the amount of opacity and transparency. A double tap of the circular control button would take a picture. It was simple. Clean. And it appeared to be just a regular camera application.

This was the moment of truth. He pointed the camera at his jeans. It was like looking through glass. Nothing different. Tapping the sliding button, he moved his thumb along the screen from the far left to the right. At first, it didn't seem like anything was happening and Scott's stomach started to twist. But after a seconds delay, he saw the view of his jeans begin to lighten and then disappear to show his skin beneath. There was still an eerie sort of purple glow that registered the clothes he was looking through, but it worked. He moved the camera around and, with only a slight blip of delay, the jeans vanished. It was even looking through his boxers, adding another soft glowing layer that was more magenta, denoting the layers of clothing he was looking through.

Closing the app, Scott let himself heave a deep sigh of relief. It worked. It fucking worked! His first test was a success. But he still needed to refine and do some more testing. The delay was a bit annoying, but it was similar to the old delay digital cameras had. That could be tweaked. Now, he needed to find out just how well the app worked. Live testing was the best way to figure that out... and if it worked like he wanted... then things were going to be very fun.

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Scott's first stop was the pool on the college campus. It was almost noon and the girls' college swim team was in the middle of practice. The sharp smell of chlorine made Scott's nose itch as he walked up into the bleachers. A few people were milling around, waiting on friends or partners, watching practice or just hanging out and doing some schoolwork. He went up to the back wall and near the corner of the bleachers where he had a good view of the entire pool and the girls quickly swimming from end to end.

The girls' suits were one piece's, tight and shiny blue with white trim. The school colors. Scott watched for a minute, following them with his eyes as they did their laps, only coming up for air, split seconds at best as he observed them. When the girls were nearing their last lap, the coach blew their whistle and shouted that the girls needed to finish. Scott pulled out his phone and brought up the app.

If anyone looked at him, they'd probably think he was taking video or pictures. And that was pretty close to the truth. He could still be labeled as a creep for that, but if he was careful, they might just think he was playing some game or texting. But how people looked at him or what they thought of him was really the farthest thing from his mind.

Focusing the camera on the edge of the pool where the girls were quickly grabbing hold and pulling themselves up, he zoomed in so close it was like he was right next to them. The quality was good, a little grainy, but he could fix that by getting a newer phone with a better camera. X-Ra(y)ted should work on any phone that had an advanced camera.

One of the girls pulled herself out of the pool, dripping streams of water down her arms and legs, dyed blue hair short and goggles tight on her face.

Scott aimed the camera at her, shifted the scale and the girl's tight blue suit vanished. The girl's breasts were small, just little hand fulls. She had dark, small nipples. Her stomach was toned and firm, her pussy smooth and with dark pink protruding lips that were pressed flat. It was a little strange seeing how tightly the breasts and pussy were compressed when the clothes weren't visible. But it was also erotic.

She turned to address another girl that was getting out of the pool and Scott got a full view of her back and ass. There was a large DNA design that ran the length of her back that he wouldn't have known about had he not been using the app. He quickly tapped the button and took a picture. When she turned back again, giving him a view of her full front, he took another picture.

The girl behind blue hair was a bit more curvy with long chestnut hair, chest more pronounced with perky nipples that were smashed tight against her invisible suit. Her pussy was puffy, with a little bit of hair. Scott felt his cock getting hard as he moved from girl to girl, seeing their various bodies. Pussy's smooth and hairy, tight innies and plump lipped. There was even one girl that had her nipples pierced, which was something he'd never have suspected from a girl on the swim team.

It was like watching a live porn or a nudist event. To the regular eye, they were all in tight, wet swimsuits, but when he panned the camera over them, they were as naked as the day they were born. He held down the button, allowing him to film a short clip as he scanned each girl, and then landed on the coach. She was a tall woman with long brunette hair, wearing a loose collared blue shirt and khaki shorts. When Scott focused on her, he got a bit of a surprise. Her breasts were heavy, large light pink nipples, plump and lovely. Between her legs, her pussy was a pronounced smooth slit and had a clit piercing with a little charm on it that looked like a spade, pressing against her labia. It looked like Coach Summers was a BBC lover.

His erection pressed against his pants, and he had to resist the urge to adjust himself. It didn't look like anyone was watching him, but he didn't want to get caught touching himself while looking at the girls' swim team. That was a quick way to get kicked out or even reprimanded by the administration.

Taking a few more quick pictures, Scott closed the app. He sat for a moment until his erection was under control and then got up and left, heading for his next destination and test. Swimsuits were fairly easy. They were already thin and add in the water, that just made them stretch tighter and thinner still. Now he needed some more regular clothes, if still slightly thin.

Scott headed towards the outdoor volleyball courts.

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Much like the pool, there were bleachers on either side of the sand filled volleyball courts. Students lingered around watching or doing various activities as the girls practiced on one court and boys on another. Scott sat on the bleachers closest to the girls' court and pulled out his phone.

Out under the sun, the women's volleyball team was deep in practice. Similar to the swim team, these girls weren't wearing all that much. They had on long sleeve polyester shirts that were tight against them, with slashes of white and blue as well as their numbers on the back of their jerseys. Their bottoms were small shorts that barely covered their asses. It was a wonder they called them uniforms. They looked more like something someone would wear in a porno.

A girl jumped high up and slapped the incoming ball (her jersey read 88) sending it flying back over the net at breakneck speed. She landed in a puff of sand and grit, her tits bouncing in her shirt. Scott quickly opened X-Ra(y)ted and pointed his camera at her as subtly as he could.

Her breasts were slightly compressed, the size of cantaloupes with massive nipples that were dark at the center and got lighter outward. Her stomach was tight and defined with a four-pack of abs. Positioned the way she was, Scott could see her firm ass, the glow of the outline of her bottoms showing they were tight along the bottom third of her cheeks. Along her lower back, just over her ass crack and just below the waist of her bottoms, was a tattoo; scrawling elegant letters that read "It Takes Two".

Scott nearly dropped his phone. Did that mean what he thought it did? What else could it mean?

The girl was running now, jumping to pass back the ball towards the net, diving into the sand, sending it up in gritty clouds. One of the girls closer to the net spiked down the pass and gained a point. Number 88 got to her feet, turning her back to Scott and brushing off the sand she'd gotten onto her, bending down to brush off her legs quickly before the next serve.

Camera still pointed at the girl, Scott saw the girl's ass cheeks flash open and revealed a long steel object stretching between her cheeks. It was a buttplug. Not one of those round jeweled ones, this one had a thin, long vertical handle that fit more snuggly between her cheeks. The girl was playing volleyball with a buttplug and a tattoo that advertised she could take two up the ass. Or at least that's how Scott was interpreting it.

He took several pictures. A short video clip, watching as Number 88 continued to play, her tits bouncing and jiggling, her cheeks doing the same. He caught flashes of her pussy that was a slightly matted, dark brown bush. He'd have thought all the girls shaved because of the tight clothes they wore and how the hair might make them chafe. But he was learning lots of new things today.

"Scott?"

The sound of his name made him jump and nearly drop his phone, catching it and quickly pulling down the menu on his phone to hide the camera feed. He turned to see who was calling him.

Sophie was walking up wearing her track uniform, much the same as the volleyball players, but her midriff was exposed and glistening with sweat. All of her was asweaty, panting mess. She must have just come from track practice. Her dark blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail that was swishing at her back. "What are you doing here? Since when did you like volleyball?" She was all sweet smiles and intense blue eyes that wouldn't let him go.

"Uh... I, just needed to get out of my room. Little sunshine." He shrugged.

She stopped in front of him, hands on her hips, still breathing deeply. "Yeah, you've been like a hermit or something. Cooped up in your room. What have you been working on, anyway?"

"Just my Final's project." It was close to the truth. He'd been developing another app to turn in for his senior project, but that one wasn't nearly as scandalous as the one he'd locked himself away to complete.

Sophie folded her arms under her chest. "Already? You still have like half the semester."

He shrugged again. "Just trying to get ahead. How's practice?"

She let out a deep breath and wiped sweat from her face. "Long. Hot."

Scott chuckled. "I can tell."

"Are you checking me out, Scott?" She smiled and winked flirtatiously at him.

That made Scott blush a little and rubbed at his neck, trying not to meet her gaze.

"Well, enjoy the sunshine, I guess. Maybe you should get out more. Your face is already pink. Don't want you to get burned." Sophie tossed another grin at him, then turned and started heading for the gym and the locker rooms.

Scott watched her go for a minute, unable to keep her eyes away from her swaying ass, then sighed and looked back down at his phone and when he pulled up the menu to reveal his app... he realized it had still been recording the entire time he'd been talking to Sophie.

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Back in his room, Scott uploaded the images and video to his computer. The whole walk back to the dorm he was thinking about his conversation with Sophie and how he'd had his camera pointed at her with the record function still on. It wasn't supposed to record unless he had his thumb pressed down, but some glitch must have happened when he'd pulled down the menu screen, turning it on and keeping it on while they talked.

He made a mental note about the few minor hiccups he'd noticed in the application, but set that aside as he sat down in his chair and pulled up the folder where the images had been uploaded. A search through the thumbnails showed him the images and videos he'd taken at the pool and volleyball court, then there was the last one. Only about two minutes long.

Scott pulled up the video and hit play. It was jumpy at first, moving around suddenly when Scott had been surprised by Sophie calling out his name. Then it steadied and focused and framed Sophie in the center of the screen. She was walking up completely nude. Her breasts were bouncing, chest heaving with her breaths and sweat dripping down between them. It was like some sort of erotic movie. A tall blonde walking up with a slight sway to her hips, glistening and panting with desire.

Scott's eyes went directly between her legs and for a second, didn't understand what he was seeing. There was glaze... something thick and white, almost like vaseline smeared all over her shaved clean vagina. Was it something on his camera lens? Like he'd touched it and left a smudge? No, that didn't fit. Scott paused the video and used the application to zoom in as best he could.

He froze.

It was cum. A TON of cum. The full front of Sophie's pussy was leaking and covered in cum, and it was pushed and squished against her thanks to her track bottoms and panties. That's why it looked strange. The app was making the clothes vanish, but their effects were still in place, like the other girls with their breasts compressed.

Sophie's pussy was leaking cum. A lot of it. But whose? When had ithappened?. Obviously not too long ago if it was still thick and creamy and leaking. He hit play and continued to watch. Sophie stood gleaming and shiny in front of the camera, and was talking with a smile. The cum was slick against her, moving and slipping along her puffy lips as she moved a little this way and that. Then she was saying her goodbyes and turning away. Now her ass was in full frame and Scott saw more cum. It was smeared over her ass cheeks and more had pooled along her panties. He watched her ass sway and the cum slip and slide like thick glaze or sticky glue.

Finally, the camera turned away, pointed back to the ground, lasted another second as Scott was realizing that the camera was still rolling and then ended.

He played it again. This time he pulled out his cock, stroking as he watched the video again. Watching Sophie walk up in all her glory, pussy dripping cum. Watching her ass jiggle, leaking semen.

Scott put it on repeat. Stroking fast and hard watching. Over and over. Wondering what Sophie had done to have so much cum leaking from both her holes. Had she had a gangbang? Or a threesome? Was it just from one guy?

It didn't take much for Scott to imagine it was him, fucking Sophie deep and hard and fast, in time with his strokes, plunging himself deep into her as she was slick and hot with sweat. He heard his name, over and over, echoed from the start of the video every time it began. The world darkened around the edges and all Scott could see was Sophie's cummy slit, lips sliding and slipping...

With a grunt, Scott shot his load, the bulk of it landing on his shirt and then pooling against his fist and pubic hair. It was intense, fast, exhausting. He slumped down in his chair and took a few slow, deep breaths. The video continued to play until he gained enough strength to pause it, freezing on the perfect frame of Sophie standing with her hands on her hips, shiny with seat and fully nude with a light purple and magenta glow indicating the clothing that he was looking through.

He stared at the image as his post orgasm fatigue finally faded. This app was the best thing in the entire world. And without a hint of guilt or shame, wondered what else he could see once he had the app updated. Head finally clear, Scott cleaned himself up and sat back down in his chair, cracked his knuckles and got started on X-Ra(y)ted Version 2.0.